2.07.2011

I want to be an acacia tree.

I was going to blog about my thoughts on love and all that jazz (I still might later this month), but instead, something else has come to me.

I was speaking with one of my best friends on the phone this afternoon, recounting some things I'm dealing with in life at the moment, and I was able to talk it out a bit, which is always good. I've been frustrated with things...the new job, though awesome, isn't as financially stable as I thought it would be, and May is looming over me like a giant thundercloud because when May comes, both of my roommates will be moving out and moving on, and I still have no clue where I should go to move out and move on. In essence, I feel as though I'm spinning my wheels, slinging mud everywhere, going nowhere, and running out of gas in the process.

Right after I got off the phone, I decided to delve into some much needed alone time with my Teacher and see what His perspective on the matter is.

This is what I got:



An acacia tree. Random, I know, right? I love the way God speaks to me. :-)

In the book of Exodus, God gives Moses instructions on how to build several things such as the Ark of the Covenant, the poles that hold the Ark of the Covenant, and the altar to Him. He specifies that each of these things be built out of acacia wood.

Acacia trees are known for surviving through drought and famine. They have deep roots that find water and nutrients when water and nutrients are scarce. Throughout history, they have been a symbol of stability and resilience. Acacia wood is one of the most durable woods on the planet and is used for all kinds of things from making furniture to gum to food to medicine to tannins.

Life is never easy, and it's never what it seems. However, I truly believe there's a reason for every season: the good and the bad.

He's making me into an acacia tree, and an acacia tree is what I want to be.

Strong, durable, stable, and resilient.

I love my life, I love being happy, and I love that I'm always learning. :-)

Love and peace,

Amelia

P.S. I love giraffes...and elephants.




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